Yadrolla System Mingle

[lacyprincess]

Who: EVERYBODY
Broadcast: Yeah, sure, I guess
Action: The Fleet and the Yadrolla System
When: 4/29 - 6/8

[Hey, hey, look, we have a new system! Let's go compete in stuff and root for sportsball teams! System info is here!

GO WAVES!]

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ben douglass | ota

[privateeyed]

a. shopping

[he has a list of things he needs to get, so Ben wastes no time in getting down to one of the planets and starting his shopping. Clothes were a necessity, especially since you wouldn't catch him dead in those ugly-ass jumpsuits. He isn't too keen on the team bullshit, not being a sports guy, but he'll pick up a random assortment of T-shirts because why the fuck not. They'll serve their purpose.

Second on his list is a pair of glasses he can see out of. Maybe even two pair, so he can fiddle with the second and get something close to what he had back home. When he finally finds a shop, though, he runs into a bit of a problem -]

Why is literally everything fuckin' branded? Dude.

b. black market

[the shopping continues, but this time the focus is strictly on weaponry. Stuff he recognizes, stuff he can figure out, sharp things he can hide in the slots on his arm - anything goes.

Look, he's a paranoid person by nature. Easing the paranoia with sharp things and shooty things only makes sense, right? Right]

c. don't talk about fight club

[of course while he's diving deep into the not-so-legal side of things he finds the fighting competitions - a welcome and familiar thing to him. Ben isn't in it for the competition part, not really; instead, he's in it to work off his frustration and because he likes it.

That's right, he's one of those idiots. You can catch him in a fight or nursing some of the bruises and black eyes he's going to end up with]

d. wildcard

[sooner or later, Ben will play around in some of the trivia contests, and maybe some of the more legal fighting competitions if he decides to get involved in this whole team bullshit. He may even wander out into the hunting grounds on his own, just to get away from people.

tl;dr let's do a thing ♥]

a.

[rebuildyourruins]

[It's a bit of a habit by now to go looking for clothes when they hit a new system, even though Thor was well served by Nariba Relia. He might not strictly need new items, but if he's signing up for a team here he might as well get something with their insignia. Not hard to do, as Ben loudly points out.

Thor glances up from where he's peering at a Starstrikers-themed eye patch and just chuckles.]

They are rather single-minded around here.

[privateeyed]

Yeah, that's a nice way of saying obsessive.

[at least the pair of glasses he has in hand isn't too offensive with the branding. Maybe he could find a market and color over it] Glad to see fanatics isn't just an Earth thing.

[rebuildyourruins]

Oh no, you find those sorts all over the galaxy. At least here it isn't for any fights to the death.

[You have to look on the bright side, Ben.]

[privateeyed]

Not yet. [he's being realistic, come on now] But you might have a point.

You're used to this, then? Traveling through space?

[rebuildyourruins]

I am. [He picks up the eye patch once more, testing the extent of the band with his finger and thumb.] I have visited a great many worlds in my own universe. Usually, though, I intend to go to them. The abduction is relatively new.

[privateeyed]

I would hope the abduction part is new. [relatively?? Dude did you get kidnapped before. Whatever, he puts on the glasses he's been eyeing and blinks a few times as his good eye adjusts. . . . and then again, as he finally looks at Thor and sees more than a blurry tall figure] . . . space pirate?

[look he's just throwing guesses out there]

C!

[sylphid]

[After one fight, Fie finds him sitting holding his jaw or face or something. She looks down at him.]

Shoulda ducked that last one.

[Isn't she so helpful??]

[privateeyed]

[oh my god. He glances up, moving his hand so his voice isn't muffled when he talks. His jaw has already started turning purple]

No shit. Any other advice, Captain Obvious?

[sylphid]

It's Security Officer Obvious, but thanks for the promotion.

[She looks at the color.]

So... are you with the bird team then?

[Not sorry.]

[privateeyed]

Hah, smartass.

[it takes him a minute, and then he just gives her a look] No. I haven't joined a team yet.

[sylphid]

You should join the bird team. You match already.

[Since there's only so much material to do with that, Fie shrugs.]

Gonna fight again?

[privateeyed]

It'll only match 'til it starts turning yellow, then I'm shit outta luck.

[he'll run with it, whatever. He rubs at the bruise before he gives a shrug]

Probably, yeah. There's some good competition in there.

B

[mikangirl]

[You know what's close to the black market shopping area? The more underground gambling places. It's great fun! Nami finds it great fun, anyway, especially when she can be in her element where she can (a) cheat and (b) casually and innocently use everyone's fervor over these stupid sporting teams against them and turn the whole table into an uproar. Which makes it easier for (a).

Of course there's (c), which is: not everyone is that stupid. None of which really concerns Ben, but is the reason why there's a cheerful voice suddenly issuing out of thin air close to his left.]

I should have asked more questions at the interview, obviously. What was it you did for a living?

[Hi, your boss is apparently invisible.]

[privateeyed]

[Nami should have absolutely asked more questions. Ben may seem laid back, but the man is a twitchy, paranoid mess outside on his own. He isn't used to powers, or magic, or any of that, especially in his vicinity without warning - so at the sound of Nami's voice, he jerks his head up to look at her - and then jerks back a step, because warning, please]

Fuckin' christ—don't - what the fuck, is this sneaking or - I don't even know, just don't do that.

[. . . oh right she asked a question]

I'm a private investigator now.

[mikangirl]

[It's not magic or powers, it's Science!!!

...oh who are we kidding. It's One Piece science, may as well be magic.]

Sorry. [Still cheerful. Still invisible.] Private investigator... agent of some kind, right? That explains why you're in here. Try not to look like you're yelling at empty air, people will stare.

[privateeyed]

You're not sorry at all. [why are you doing this to him Nami please] Kind of, think more like a cop. Also has nothing to do with why I'm here, this is more - hobby, I guess.

[...] I talk to myself out loud all the time, if people don't think I'm crazy I start to worry.

[mikangirl]

Better worry, then. You seem saner than most people I know. Hold on--

[She goes quiet for a moment as someone else bursts into the shop, looks around sharply, then leaves again.]

See, I have reasons. Give me a few minutes and I'll stop freaking you out.

[privateeyed]

[what in the - Ben gives the person who busts in a look, waiting until the door closes before talking again]

"Seem" being the keyword, I've got you fooled. The fuck did you do to get some guy after yoU? [...] Want me to punch him?

[watermarks]

[Maybe they bump into each other while Katara's healing up some other poor Waves dude who just had to compete with gloves off.

Or maybe they meet up so she can keep working on his hip.

Or perhaps they are looking for glasses together. Anyway, it's pretty inevitable that at some point on this system, they are going to meet up.]

[privateeyed]

[he's totally going to judge that Waves player, look at this judgey face. He was only there to watch, but then stuck around when he spotted Katara playing healer]

I think he'll live. Let him wear the bruises like a champ.

[says this guy, who probably has a black eye on top of a black eye]

[watermarks]

[ Katara's a little startled when she sees Ben; her focus had been on her new orange friend. How she gets roped into these things, she has no idea.

And then her eyes widen when she really sees Ben.

EXASPERATED. SIGH. ]

Why am I not surprised to see you here, looking like a panda-cat?

[...be...cause he totally warned her that he did stuff like this in their very first conversation. STILL.]

[privateeyed]

I'd be surprised if you were surprised, honestly. [but he holds up his hands placatingly and adds] I got 'em checked already, though, so you can't yell at me.

[that's not how it works, Ben]

[watermarks]

[Got that right, it's not how it works. She frowns as she continues to heal up her orange friend, which is the only thing preventing her from crossing her arms at him right now.]

Weren't your eyes bothering you before you got two matching shiners?

[privateeyed]

I mean, is having shit eyesight really a bother if you're used to it? [he's pushing it and he knows it] I found glasses to deal with that anyway.

It's just some bruising, I can't even feel the one.